I can't wait for the summertime. This school stuff drags 
me down. When the last class rolls around, I'm just 
restless from the day. Sure, it seems like I'm doing 
fine. I've got the best friend I've ever had, but because 
of her it's way too sad to hang around here anyway. My 
old friends think I'm looking freakish. You join in with 
their koo-koo-ka-clique-ish style, and I don't want to 
give you away. Lunch time and I'm going crazy. I see you 
here and I don't know what to say. I've been making 
friends with the narc. Friends with the narc. Friends 
with the narc, but when she's playing her part, it's hard 
to know when the friendship starts. We went to Higgins 
Park, and I sat by the sandbox while you went to go and 
try to talk to all the cool kids on the field. And I feel 
all this jealousy, though I know it's just your job. But 
you act like such a perfect snob and snub me publicly for 
real. Chorus.